Kendall Defoe
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Teacher, reader, writer, dreamer... I am a college instructor who cannot stop letting his thoughts end up on the page. No AI. No Fake Work. It's all me...
And I did this:
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Political Thirty-Four
Another cold day... The news turns to the public. January burns. * Note: I am not trying to be cryptic with my work. And I am not so desperate to think that any words will make a difference now. I just feel that this is a turning point that I predicted when more idiots with weapons were unleashed in the streets of Minnesota. And some people say they are angry or enraged. If you are, and you are not doing anything about it...you are not angry enough.
By Kendall Defoe 6 days ago in Poets
Ikiru and How 'To Live'
I was very lucky to not have money as a young man, and to have certain role models in my life. We borrowed a VCR from a relative, who eventually let us have it when it was clear that we were the bigger film fans, and I began to learn all I could about tracking, setting the time properly (a real rite of passage), and timing it for the shows I would miss due to school and work. I still have a set of tapes neatly arranged and labelled somewhere in my mother's house, and they are also numbered, meaning that I can see where I began and where I ended up.
By Kendall Defoe 9 days ago in Geeks
The Case of the Missing Ring
It was an average Moonday. My mead was hitting me in the right spot as the elvish weed propped me up and forced me to consider the day ahead. I had a feeling in my guts that there would be a very serious disturbance to my day, like two orcs fighting over who gets to eat a dwarf, or whatever those thugs like to chow on. I was in no mood for big surprises, but I also wanted to pay my rent for the month. You can only have so many elves wondering if the loves of their lives are cheating on them before you develop a rep as the bearer of bad parchment. No one really wants the truth...but they want the things they lost to get found, even if it's from a hobbit on his last drop of mead.
By Kendall Defoe 13 days ago in Fiction
Valentine in Montréal
Don't be fooled by the title. The story is actually very interesting: My name is Valentine. I am twenty-three years old and I work at a little store at Berri-UQAM métro. I am very ordinary-looking and Barney, who works the same shift as me at the store, says I do not know how to dress. I have been working there for four years, and I have never missed a day. This is why sometimes I seem familiar to people, even though they can't place me.
By Kendall Defoe 18 days ago in BookClub
Political Thirty-Three
Inevitable? A woman named Good is lost. Unforgivable. * Note: I don't think that I have to explain this one to anyone noting recent news, but I have included a video link below for future generations who can still feel empathy and compassion for someone who got caught up in history. And I was just too angry to say more with this piece.
By Kendall Defoe 23 days ago in Poets
The Last Day of the Year. Top Story - January 2026.
My New Year Countdown Clock indicates that I have just over five hours left before this year is over. I am stuck in the suburbs with my mother and stepfather, contemplating what I am going to eat and drink to celebrate this great change in our lives. The weather is cold, but I do not feel as though it has really affected my attitude about what the new year will bring...but I am not as happy with this moment as I usually feel.
By Kendall Defoe about a month ago in Confessions
